JIMP#12: The Lethal Slut
By Jimp
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The following story may contain descriptions of sex and violence. If you are
offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your
country do not read on.
(c)JIM P 1996
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The battered and bruised man was dragged into the chamber and thrown
down before the throne. The Evil One spoke "Ah Davison!, how nice of
you to join us". "Please it was Cole's fault" John Davison, begged.
"You've greatly inconvenienced my plans. Now how am I going to get
imported slave labour to undermine the common working scum of this
country?" she asked. "Please, I can set up somewhere else and...".
"UNEMPLOYED!. You're unemployed Davison. Take him to be ethnically
cleansed!" the Evil One roared. "No no please.." Davison's pleas were
ignored as he was dragged by the black uniformed soldiers to his doom.
***
The case of the break-ins at Bristlingdown Manor had left me baffled. I
had plenty of time to think as I walked the long tunnel leading from
Davison's airfield [JIMP#11] to quiet secluded woods nearby. This was
how he got the slaves off the airfield without being seen. However, I
concluded that this was just a red-herring designed to throw me off the
trail of the real culprits. I needed a break from this.
So it was I found myself in London's Eastend, stepping over the homeless
and brushing off the beggars. I had been hired by Ian Bull, an
"entrepreneur in the consumer retail business" (fish and chip shop to
you and me!). He was slim, about 5' 7" with boyish looks although he
was in his late twenties. A weedy moustache graced his upper lip like a
furry caterpillar in the style of World War I airmen.
His problem was his wife, Cindy. From the way he boasted I could tell
that he a "Thatcherite" not thinking twice about who he trod upon in
his greed. "Cindy was naturally attracted to me" he said "I was going
places" (a golddigger?). He told me how they got married and had a kid.
Then the Recession struck, like many businesses Ian's was on the rocks.
Cindy revealed that his best mate, Simon, was the real father and ran
off with him. "I really went off the rails for a while then, but I
bounced back and re-built my business." he continued (yawn).
"One day whilst returning from a business meeting, I bumped into Cindy.
Simon had dumped her and left her in a rundown B&B - what a git!. I
offered to take her back and she jumped at the chance" he said (more
likely saw another chance to milk Ian). "We've two more kids and are
now very happy" he said. "So why hire me?" I asked. "I don't know.
Maybe it's because she was unfaithful before. I've this strange nagging
feeling she's laughing at me behind my back. Find out if she's seeing
anyone".
I thought I'd check around the market square to see what I could glean
from the locals. They were a tight-lipped bunch, so I pretended to be
an old friend of Simon's visiting on the off-chance. "Don't remember
your face?" a big rugged man built like an out-building told me. "It
was a long time ago" I replied. "Yeah ? well Simon buggered off with
Cindy Bull a few years back. A right slut that one. Heard he dumped her
and buggered off to Yorkshire" I was told. "How did Ian take it?" I
asked. "Nearly topped himself. Never laughed so much in years. Served
the bastard right, no room for people like that around here". "But he
took her back didn't he?" I said. "Yeah, right mug. Only two things
that girl is interested in - spending money on new clothes and bonking
- not necessarily with Ian!".
I was walking around when I saw this blonde woman get out of a taxi with
a plastic bag bearing the name of a top London fashion store. She was
about 5' 7" with a bit of a boyish build - a long broad back tapering
to her waist and out again to her hips. She wore a long black leather
coat to keep out the winter chill underneath which I could see long
shapely calves sheathed in sheer black nylons ending in high heeled
black shoes. She made her way into the local cafe, I decided to follow,
getting turned on by the sexy slender diamonds of her calves which
bunched and bulged as she walked.
In the cafe she removed and hung up her coat to reveal a tight white
nylon mini dress which clung to her body like a film. The outline of
her bra containing her moderate bust was visible with her nipples
jutting out through the tight fabric. As she walked to the counter, her
short tight dress clung to the tops of her thighs with every move she
made. Her legs was long, full and shapely enhanced by the sheen of
black nylons. She spoke to the woman behind the counter for a few
minutes then I noticed her look in my direction. Taking her cup of tea
and a sandwich, she went to sit at a table by the window.
I ordered a cup of tea and took my seat at a table. Suddenly Cindy
walked across and sat opposite me. "So you're a friend of Simon's are
you?" she asked in a soft husky voice. I looked at her and was
captivated by her wide clear grey eyes, surrounded by black lashes and
skilful use of eye-liner. "It was quite a while ago. I've got business
in the area so I thought I'd look him up" I replied. "I knew Simon very
well. I don't remember you" she said. Her short blonde hair was worn
with a parting high off her forehead which swept down to the right of
her face, but swept back behind her ear on the left. She had an
attractive oval face, with captivating eyes, thin black eyebrows, a
long slender nose, prominent cheekbones and a firm chin. Aside from her
eyes, one's attention was drawn to her wide provocative mouth which
always seemed to be in a tight sensual smirk. She smouldered sexuality,
she was a predator, you could tell by the way she looked and dressed.
She didn't take her eyes off mine for a moment. She rested her chin on
her hands, her elbows on the table. Her eyes burrowed into my soul
making me feel very uncomfortable. "I don't believe you" she said
softly "I don't know who you are or what you are after but keep out of
my way or you'll be sorry". Without giving a chance to reply she stood
up and made her way to her own table.
I drank up and decided to give Ian a call. "Do you know of anyone paying
undue interest in your wife ?" I asked. "Loads of blokes. She's
gorgeous. I'm a lucky fellow and she's lucky to have me" he said
pompously. "Anyone over-keen?"."There was Richard Evans, but I drove
him off" he said proudly. "Who's he?"."Market inspector. Gave me all
sorts of grief. Right bastard. Nearly drove me out of business out of
sheer spite, bribing the health inspectors to close me down and stuff
like that" he told me "Chased after Cindy for a while, but I scared him
off".
***
Evans smiled, he had made it perfectly clear what Cindy had to
do to make him get Ian off the hook and here she was. He had been
chasing her for weeks, but she played hard to get. Now he would have
her to add to his list of conquests.
Apart from them, the park was empty this time of night. Evans felt
aroused as she looked at him with those eyes of hers and that tight
smile of hers. "Wow!" he muttered as she removed her long coat and he
caught sight of a black leather mini-skirt, a tight low-cut black silk
blouse, sheer black nylons and stiletto heels. Deliberately she turned
her back on him and bent over to place her coat and handbag neatly on a
park bench, knowing the short skirt would rise above her stocking tops
at the back. Turning around she smirked as she saw the tell-tale bulge
in his trousers. "Why Richard!, is that a Mars bar in your pocket or
are you just pleased to see me?" she said. "You're too good for that
prick Bull. Let me show you what a real man can do for you" he said
boastfully.
Slowly she walked towards him, hips swaying provocatively, her eyes
never leaving his face. "Oooh god, I want you" he gushed grabbing her
shoulders and pulling her close. SLAM!, her nylon clad knee exploded
between his legs like a steam iron cruelly crushing his erection. He
slumped forward with a cry of pain to be caught by her firm arms. He
looked up into those eyes, her mouth set in a firm smirk. SLAM! her
knee pistoned up again into his groin. "You're not man enough for me
Evans" she said as she held him upright. SLAM! his crotch was hammered
again. "You're a slimy toad who should be trod on" she told him
preventing him from falling. SLAM! her knee continued to smash his
manhood to pulp. "and I'm going to be the one to do the treading" she
said. SLAM! he could hardly feel the blows now over the excruiating pain
between his legs.
She let him slump forward then held him so that his torso was leaning at
90 degrees to his legs with her arm wrapped over his neck. "I'm not
going to let you destroy my mealticket" she told him. WHAM! her
stockinged knee buried itself deep in his gut. There was an explosion
of air from his mouth. He felt her firm arms tighten around his throat
to prevent him from falling. "You're nothing" WHAM! her knee hammered
his stomach, "scum" WHAM! "a slug" WHAM!. With slow calculated
precision she repeatedly drove her knee hard into his gut, the
moonlight reflecting off her stockinged legs. Each crushing blow timed
to let him recover a bit before she drove her knee in again WHAM!. "I'm
your mistress of pain" WHAM!. Finally she let him fall to the ground.
Evans was in agony, his balls hurt and his gut was battered. A sharp
pain in his groin made him look up in alarm. Cindy was standing over
him with her stiletto in his groin. "You'll never bother me or my
family again" she told him calmly as she began to grind her stiletto
down hard. Evans screamed and screamed at the top of his voice at the
excruiating pain needling his crotch. "There's no-one to hear you, only
the homeless street urchins and they won't help you" she smirked as she
twisted the stiletto down as though she were driving in a screw. Dark
wet patches of blood spread across the crotch of his trousers as the
thin heel bit hard.
"Get up" she ordered, but Evans just lay there curled up weeping. WHAM!
Cindy's foot kicked him full in the face, blood flowing freely as she
broke his nose. "I said get up" she said softly but menacingly. Slowly
he got to his hands and knees pleading "Please Cindy no more. Have
mercy". She grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him over to the
park bench where she sat down and wrapped her legs around his neck. His
throat was up against the crook of her right leg and her left scissored
around the back of his neck. She squeezed tight and Evans struggled for
breath. "Strong aren't they?. I like to keep in shape" she says as he
squirms around, his neck held tight. He feels the sheer nylons of her
stockings beneath his hands as he tries to loosen her grip, but he has
no time to appreciate their sensuality. "Urkkk please urkk" he croaks
and she laughs at him. "This is fun Richard. Aren't you having fun?"
she taunts as he struggles uselessly as her strong legs cut off his
air. Finally, knowing resistance is futile, he stops struggling praying
to be put away quickly to ease the torment. But Cindy shows no mercy
and twists his neck from one side of her body to the other to
demonstrate her superiority.
Sensing he is about to pass out she eases off the pressure slightly to
prolong his agony for twenty more minutes. Finally she releases him,
stands up and pulls his head up by the hair either side of his face to
look at her. The look on her face frightens him, steely sensuous
deadly. "You bore me Richard" she tells him. He stares in helpless
horror as her knee speeds towards his face, obscuring his vision as it
lands painfully WHAM!. Back it goes only for him to scream as he sees
it fire again into his face WHAM!. Slowly Cindy's knee turns his face
into bloody pulp WHAM!. Holding his head up by his hair and with one
hand on the back of his neck, she drives her knee into his throat again
again and again. Finally she lets him drop to the ground - his larynx
crushed. She collects her coat and walks calmly out of the park, a
satisfied smile upon her face.
***
With the help of a public-spirited
civil servant, I found a council report concluding Evans was killed by
some gang he upset because of his shady dealings. The report was
suppressed from the press to avoid scandal. Something bothered me about
the way Evan's privates had been brutally destroyed.
I went back to the market to snoop around. Cindy was talking to the
petite Indian woman who ran a clothes stall. I approached and pretended
to be looking for a dress for my wife. Cindy gave me a withering stare
and a savage smile before walking off. "Would never know she's had
three kids" I remarked admiring her bulging calves. "Yeah, used to go
swimming almost everyday" the Asian replied. "Doesn't she go anymore?"
I asked. "No, not for quite a while. Must have got fed up with it I
suppose" she said. "I bet she turned a few heads in her swimming
costume" I quipped. "Ha, you can say that again. There was this rather
dishy teenaged lifeguard there. Took a fancy to her. Kept pestering
her. A right nuisance" she revealed. Paying for a skirt that I hoped my
wife would like, I decided to check out the local swimming pool.
***
Kevin was the envy of all his mates. "Lucky bastard. All those babes in
swimming costumes. Phroor" they would said. Unfortunately all who came
to the mid-week daytime shifts were mums with their toddlers and
O.A.Ps. All that changed when Cindy showed up. Her skin tight white
lyrca costume hugged every curve of her body, cut really high over the
hip. Shapely breasts, a flat stomach and long shapely legs called out
to his loins. Turning around to climb into the pool, her buttocks were
on full display with a tiny thong between her cheeks.
He watched her as she effortlessly swam several lengths of the pool, her
strong legs propelling her sleek body through the water. Then she got
out of the water to sit on the poolside. He was stunned - her skin
tight lycra costume had gone translucent when wet!, he could see
everything - her boobs, nipples, belly button, pubic hair - the lot!.
He couldn't tear his eyes away, what a sight!, what a body!. Crossing
his legs to hide his embarrassment, the blonde looked at him and he
nearly lost it when those grey eyes locked onto him and her tight-set
mouth widened a little in the beginnings of a smile. She drove him wild
with that sensational firm body dripping wet virtually naked. He tried
to chat her up, but she cold shouldered him. It was the same every day
she came. She told him to grow up and that she was a married woman.
However, her eyes seemed to radiate pure lust and she would run her
tongue over her lips seductively.
Then one day when Kevin knelt beside her to try again, she said "There's
no men in the pool. I see you in the Men's changing room in five
minutes", calmly stood up and headed to the changing rooms.
With mounting anticipation he got someone to cover for him and headed
for the men's changing room. He entered and heard the noise of a shower
running. As he looked in the shower room, he was speechless. She was
there standing under the shower, naked, the water cascading off her
firm body. "Here rub some shower gel on me will you?" she asked with a
pout. He didn't hesitate to comply, enjoying the sensation of working
the gel into her shapely calves and firm smooth thighs streaming with
water. Standing up, he worked the slippery gel into her hips, waist and
firm flat stomach, finally massaging her breasts. Unable to contain
himself any longer her took her in his arms and they started kissing
passionately. Eagerly she wrestled him to the floor and tore off his
trunks. He gasped as she slid herself onto him. Their naked bodies
squirmed and writhed in passion on the shower room floor. She was in
complete control and rode him relentlessly over and over again.
Each weekday she would return and ride him until exhaustion. They did it
in the shower room, in the changing room, in the cubicles. She was
demanding, he couldn't resist, she took whenever and wherever she
wanted. Then one day, they did it in the pool when it was supposed to
closed for cleaning. They kissed passionately and made love on the
steps at the shallow end. She was amazing, he couldn't keep up as she
took him time and time again. In between bouts of love making he rested
watching as she effortlessly swam the pool. Finally he could go no
more, "I want a man not a little boy who can't get it up" she said
angrily as she got out of the pool to get dressed. Kevin had never felt
so tired in his life, his heart was pounding and he felt weird, maybe
it was high blood pressure or something he thought as he lay exhausted
on the steps of the pool. Slowly he slipped into the water.
***
I had
found out that a young pool attendant had been found drowned, naked in
the pool. The coroner's report had indicated that he had been engaging
in sexual activity and had probably swallowed too much water during
lovemaking. I asked around the staff of the pool, whether they knew who
the girlfriend was. Nobody seemed to know, one of the boy's colleagues
seemed to think that he saw him with an older woman "blonde, not bad
looking, a bit tarty maybe". Two men who seemed to have links with
Cindy, both dead. However it was all circumstantial, I needed to find
out more, I went to see Ian at his house.
"Your wife used to going swimming quite regularly didn't she?" I asked.
"Yeah, said it toned her muscles up after having the kids" he replied.
"She stopped going suddenly. Did she say why?" I queried. "Got bored
she said. Wanted to join a health club, wanted a personal trainer" he
replied. "Still goes does she?" I asked. "No, gave that up too, said it
was too expensive. Made me buy her a few weights for use at home after
that". My curiosity awakened, I got the address from Bull.
Just at that moment Cindy entered the house. "What's he doing here?" she
demanded. "Oh er he's a small business advisor whose being helping me
out on something. See you later love got to go" he gave her a peck on
the cheek and left. As I followed, she came up behind me and snaked her
arm around my neck.
A small but firm bicep dug into my throat strangling me. I grabbed her
arm and tried to break her grip. WHAM! pain exploded in the small of my
back as her knee drove into it. She forced me face first up against the
wall and pressed her knee into my back. At the same time she pulled
back on my neck with her arm. "Who are you?" she hissed. "Urkk business
advisor urkk" WHAM! her knee powered into my back so hard that I
couldn't help crying out in pain. She let me drop to the floor. My back
was agony, no position I got into would ease the pain.
Cindy got down in front of me, grabbed my hair and shoved my head
between her legs. She squeezed tight with a strength I hadn't expected.
Instinctively my hands went to her legs and I was surprised to find
strong thigh muscles bulging with power. The contrast between her sheer
black stockings and the strong thighs they contained was stimulating,
but the pain crushing in on my skull was more urgent. My body was
flailing around but my head was stuck fast as she squeezed down tight.
I was surprised at how strong her legs were. "No no please" I begged,
my head hurting under her strong relentless grip as she locked her
ankles to get a better hold. No matter how I twisted and turned, my
head remained immobile in her vice-like grip. My skull felt like it was
trapped in a steel vice.
Smiling she said "Strong aren't they?. I work out every day to keep
myself firm strong and shapely". She raised herself on her hands and
straightened her body. I felt a hint of her quads as she crushed down
hard upon my aching head. "Used to go to the gym every day. Had a
personal trainer, a real hunk but he couldn't handle me so what chance
do you have?" she said. I writhed about but could not free myself. I
was sure that she was not strong enough to put my away and that she
would soon tire and then I would get the upper hand. Suddenly I managed
to lurch forward and move my head. With a strangled croak, I realised
my mistake. Her strong thighs were now crushing my throat. A surge of
power constricted my throat so much that it was becoming difficult to
breathe. Running my hands over her bulging nylon-clad thighs, I felt
another surge of power which elicited a croak from me as her strong
legs cut off my air. Twisting and turning she shook my head from side to
side, still maintaining her relentless grip. "You men, you're all the
same" I heard her say "as I always say, treat 'em mean to keep 'em
keen". I could not free myself, her legs were too strong and the
depletion of air was affecting me badly. She kept me on the brink like
that for at least 10 minutes before she tensed every muscle in her
body. I heard her laughing as my eyes glazed over and slowly I slipped
into the void.
***
Cindy was on the top deck of a bus, the first time
she saw him. As the bus crawled slowly through the dense traffic, she
happened to glance into a fitness studio above a row of shops. There he
was, a black Adonis, handsome with a hairless muscular body that would
put a Chippendale to shame. He was showing a woman how to use some kind
of weight machine, his black body shone in a sheen of perspiration that
showed up every muscle group. "Oh god I must have him" she thought to
herself.
She got off at the next stop and walked back to the gym. The hunk was a
personal fitness trainer and he didn't come cheap. She couldn't stop
thinking about him and that sexy body. By the time she got back to the
market square, she was so horny that she went straight over to the fish
and chip shop. Ian was surprised when Cindy entered, locking the door
behind her. Before he could say a word, she was upon him kissing him
passionately, forcing him to the ground behind the counter and ripping
his clothes off. She humped him over and over to exhaustion, all the
time she imagined she was with the big muscular black man she had saw.
After that she told him about joining the fitness club. " Cindy you
don't need it you look great" "Ian I'm fat, I feel fat so I feel bad if
I feel bad I make you life a misery"she told him. "Oh alright love" he
gave in, he usually did.
"He doesn't stand a chance" she thought to herself as she put on the
skin tight black leotard she had brought. It was mostly sheer black
nylon except over the nipples and in the crotch. Cut extremely high
over the hip, it had a tiny thong that exposed her buttocks. The
trainer, Winston, drove her wild with desire, however dispite her best
efforts, he didn't seem interested. A tall redhead in a skimpy posing
costume and a finely defined lightly muscled oiled body walked past.
"Ugg look at the muscles on that" Cindy was about to say but then
noticed that Winston was staring in obvious lust. "Your girlfriend is
it?" she asked sarcastically. "Hmmmn, no, a visitor preparing for a Ms.
Fitness competition over at Wembly this evening" he replied.
Cindy remembered how Ian liked watching the women on "Gladiators",
obviously some men liked lithe athletic bodies. "Maybe a bit of muscle
would look good on me" she thought "then your body will be mine,
Winston".
Each morning Cindy went to the gym and worked hard. She was surprised to
find that her body responded easily to the weights. The harder she
pumped, the better she felt. Her shoulders developed caps of muscle and
her arms became vascular and defined. When she flexed, small biceps
appeared which she was quite proud of. Her stomach became tight and
firm, if she flexed, one could see her abs. Her strong shapely legs
became stronger and more shapely. Her hams and quads grew, their
muscularity barely hidden by her short skirts and high heels that also
showed off her calves.
Winston was definitely paying attention now, she thought as she walked
across the market square, smirking at the bulges in the trousers of most
of the men as she walked in her stiletto heeled shoes, her calves
showing under her coat clad in sheer black stockings and suspenders.
Today's the day.
Arriving at the gym she entered the private training room. Winston was
practically drooling as she removed her coat to reveal the tight low cut
nylon top and tiny black wet-look rubber mini skirt. Bending over in
front of him to remove her shoes, she hears him groan. "Got you!" she
thinks and slowly removes her top, skirt, stockings and suspenders.
More groans as she gets down to a black wet-look PVC thong bikini.
Slowly she turns around and gets the shock of her life. It looks like
he has a couple of feet of lead piping down his shorts!. "Handsome, hot
body and hung like a stallion. What more does a girl need" she thinks
to herself. She cannot contain herself, she throws herself at him, rips
off his shorts and her bikini. Never has she wanted a man so badly
before, his muscled body and huge manhood drives her wild with lust.
Winston has never met a woman like this before and soon finds himself
out of his depth. Relentlessly she humps him until she is sated. She
realises that he is not moving, checking for a pulse she thinks to
herself "Must have had a weak heart or something. What a waste, what a
bod! what a dick!". Getting her things together, she gets dressed and
leaves quickly.
***
I came to, at first not knowing where I was. I
heard a noise and looked up to see Cindy standing a few feet away,
hands on hips, legs astride. She was decked in black shiny wet-look PVC
- a cupless bra, a tiny pair of thong briefs cut high over the hip,
gloves that came over her elbows, a black chocker with metal studs,
sheer black stockings and suspenders, and a pair of stiletto heeled
knee length boots. I gazed with mounting lust at light caps of muscle
on the ends of her shoulders, lean slender arms with a hint of muscle
and vascularity, a rock hard flat stomach. Her legs were shapely and
strong looking, the stilettos emphasising the bulge of her outer thighs
and the boots unable to hide the curve of strong calve muscles. She
looked like she could enter a fitness competition and place quite high.
She lanced me with those penetrating grey eyes, her red lip-sticked lips
somewhere between a smirk and a smile. She raised her arms up and slowly
flexed a double biceps. Cords of muscle appeared in her upper arms and
grew into two small mounds of muscle. "Awake are we mister Jim Priest,
private detective ?" she purred as she relaxed and tensed her arms, her
eyes not leaving mine.
Placing her arms behind her head, tensed to show off their muscularity,
she flexed her abdominals. Her firm flat stomach tightened, a light
gridwork of muscle appeared. "I found your business card in your
wallet" she said, her voice sounding like cream being poured over
strawberries. She stretched out her right leg in front of her and
tensed the muscles, her outer thigh bulged thick and strong, with a
hint of the rest of her quads. "Like a bit of muscle do you?" she said
looking at the bulge in my trousers.
I got to my hands and knees and started to rise. She shoved me back
against a wall and raised her leg high bent at the knee with the
stiletto heel boot against my throat. "Ian hired you, right?" her voice
was soft and sensual with a hint of menace. "I can't discuss .arggh" a
sharp pain in my throat reminded me how dangerous stilettos could be.
Lowering her leg, she stepped up close, pressing her well toned body
against mine. I felt her knee between my legs pressing gently against
my crotch. Her face came right close in front of mine. She spoke slowly
with deliberate emphasis with her sensuous full mouth whilst piercing
me with those eyes of hers. "He hired you didn't he?" she said. "Yes" I
replied entranced by her eyes and the sensual but grim look on her
face. "To spy on me ?" she asked. I hesitated, she slammed her fist
hard and fast into my gut, the muscles tensing in her arm.
Taking advantage of my winded state she unzipped my trousers and scooped
out my manhood. Then wrapping her left arm around the back of my neck,
she pressed the side of her right forearm across my throat. At the same
time she pressed her knee between my legs. "I've dealt with bigger
tougher men than you" she taunted as she stared me in the eyes. With a
wicked smirk on her lips she began to slowly slide her thigh backwards
and forwards. Dispite the menace radiating from this vixen, I got
stiffer and stiffer as it ran over her sheer black nylons, the
roughness of the stocking tops and the smooth warm skin at the top of
her thigh. "cum over my leg and I'll smash your nuts" she warned. I
tried to push her off but she pressed her forearm hard choking me and
increased the pressure and tempo of her knee between my legs.
Leaning forward she whispered in my ear "You're spying on me aren't
you?". Not allowing me time to reply, her tongue darted out and licked
my ear, the side of my face and neck. She was driving me wild as she
licked my face and worked her knee between my legs. "Yes" I replied
aroused by the sensations. She I tried not to succumb but it was
useless, this she-devil was highly skilled and I soon came. "I warned
you" she said dangerously then hammered me in the groin with her knee.
She slammed me back up against the wall with her arm still choking me.
Her knee smashed into my groin again. Then she kissed me passionately
on the mouth so hard and long that I was left gasping for breath by the
time she had finished and stepped back. Her right leg shot forward
fast, her foot burying itself deep in my gut, the stiletto heel biting
hard. I doubled over winded by her strong kick.
"Am I being unfaithful Mr. Private Detective?" she asked sarcastically
as I caught my breath. "I can't tell..." I started to say but she
stepped in front of me, the light muscles in her arm tensed as her fist
slammed deep in my stomach. As I leaned forward she grabbed my head in
her arms and hammered my gut with her knee - WHAM! "When I ask a
question" WHAM! "I expect an answer" WHAM!. Too severely winded to stop
her, I could only look on helpless as her stockinged knee slammed into
my face WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!. Blood poured from my nose and mouth as she
pulverised my face with her knee.
I would have collapsed to the floor, but Cindy caught me wrapped her arm
around my neck and squeezed tight. Her small biceps dug into my throat.
I tried to pull her arm away, it was difficult she had me in a tight
choke that was threatening to cut off my air. "Having trouble are we
mister big shot detective?" she smirked. I tried to twist, turn and
buck my body at the same time as pulling on her forearm. Eventually I
found some give, just in time, I was starting to see patches of red and
black before my eyes. I broke free and staggered forward gasping for
breath.
I felt her grab my hand and swing me back towards her. She turned her
body and drove her elbow back at high speed straight into my stomach.
In winded agony I watched as she swung her fist straight into my mouth.
The knuckles smashed my lips against my teeth and caused me to stagger
backwards a few steps. Her right leg kicked out, the sole of her boot
smashing into my face.
My head still reeling from the blows, I watched watching her sleek-
sinewed body moving towards me. Without warning she flung herself at me
and we strained against each other, struggling back and forth across
the room. Suddenly she slid her leg behind mine and tripped me. We
tumbled to floor where we wrestled each other with increasing ferocity.
The sex kitten had turned into a wild tiger. Her strength and wildness
threatened to overwhelm me. Somehow I managed to get on top of her
battling with her arms, however I couldn't pin them to the floor, her
sleekly muscled arms resisted me. She bucked and twisted and finally
fought free of me, rolling away across the floor to get to her knees.
I tried to get up, but before I could she rushed forward, stooped down
and pulled my legs away from under me. In horror I watched as her body
plummeted down on top of me, her knee pointed downwards to drive hard
and deep into my gut. Instinctively, my torso lurched forward but my
chest was pinned by her other leg which had landed on it. I coughed and
choked as my lungs heaved for breath. Taking advantage of my winded
state, she slid her calve under my neck and sat back, trapping my head
beneath the back of her left thigh. Her right knee and body weight was
on my chest pinning me to the floor. "I warned you not to get in my
way" she told me then drove her fist hard into my already battered
stomach. "Woorfph!" the air whooshed out of my mouth and involuntarily
tried to sit up, but was pinned. Again her fist slammed into my
stomach, and again and again, all the while she was laughing wickedly.
I couldn't defend myself, she had me pinned and was punishing me -
turning my gut into jelly. Finally she stopped and straddled my chest,
pinning my arms under her knees. Smugly she sat there and asked "Do you
want more?". "No more please" I begged. She slid forward, her crotch
covering my nose and mouth. "You will tell Ian that you found no
evidence of me being unfaithful and that your job is finished.
Understood?". I murmured agreement since what she said was true, I had
no hard evidence. She sat there smothering me for 10 or 15 minutes
before getting up.
She stood over me with her hands on her hips, she put a stiletto heel on
my temple and pressed down hard. I screamed as blinding agony lanced
through my head. The pain stopped "Worship me slave or I'll puncture
your skull" she demanded. Rolling over onto my stomach I put my hands
on her boots, feeling the deadly long stiletto as I kissed the feet. As
I kissed and worshipped her boots I felt the soft leather and the hard
calve muscles beneath. Up I went, getting aroused as I kissed her
strong thighs and felt her hamstrings. Worshipping her stocking tops,
she grabbed my head and forced it face up between her legs, my neck
trapped between her thighs. She gave a mighty squeeze and raised
herself onto tip toe increasing the pressure cutting off the air. I
rested my hands on her strong thighs, feeling her stockings strain as
her legs bulged with power. My head swam and span as my eyes lost
focus. She eased off the pressure slightly and then applied it again.
Slowly, very slowly she squeezed me out prolonging it over at least 20
minutes of female thigh crushing power over my poor throat.
***
Cindy entered the house. She had dumped Priest by the bins out the back
and hoped nobody had noticed. She saw Ian was there waiting for her.
"You're home early love" she says. "Yeah, had an appointment with my
small business advisor but he didn't turn up". Cindy removed her coat
and saunters over to the desk which Ian is standing next to. She smiles
as she sees Ian take in her short black leather mini-skirt and tight
low cut top. Sitting on the desk, she wraps her strong stocking clad
legs around his middle. "We'll have an early night tonight Ian" she
says seductively. "Sorry love, but I'll be working late" he replies
"urggg". A tight squeeze around his waist takes him by surprise, he
reaches down surprised to feel strong thigh muscles bulging under the
sexy black nylon. "I said we'll have an early night tonight" she says
then leans back slightly to crush him harder. "Urghhg Cindy please" he
begs as she crushes him so tight he can hardly breathe. "I'm going to
teach you what happens if you hire someone to spy on me" she says
watching in delight as her husband squirms helplessly in her leggy
grip. "Things are going to be different from now on Ian. By the time
I've finished with you, you'll be too afraid to cross me again" she
releases her grip and smiles as Ian sits in the chair to rest. "Bad
mistake Ian" she says and wraps her legs around his neck and crushes
hard. He writhes around in agony as his wife's strong legs crushes down
hard upon his skull. "And finally after I've taught you whose the boss,
I'm going to bonk you til you beg for mercy".